[Intro]
If I’m just here to help you then I’m cool with that
I don’t wanna but I gotta move with that
If I got my pole then I’m using that
Long as I got my soul I can’t lose with that
[Verse 1]
I can’t tell my wrongs from my rights
Got me feeling like I been alone all my life
And I been a gangster all my life
Tryna face my fear and shedding tears on my pipe
Way before I gained fame I was living like it
Couldn’t afford a gold chain and I was looking like it
But I ain’t had no dirty sneaks I was in the trenches
Black gloves for like thirty weeks heart full of hate no debate
Let that thirty speak (Grr)
White tees turn to white sheets
Riding bulletproof New York to Philly, I feel like Meek
I got tired of the streets, I had to give it up (Up)
Then the day I lost my brother, I ain't give a fuck
On a route and if it's more of us, split it up
Rap diss and catch his tour bus, hit it up (Baow)
Witness so much death, it ain't no rules, get a ref' (Uh-huh)
Bust this wide left, they callin' 911, Wyclef (Uh)
[Chorus]
I don't know the future, I don't know where I'm going
And I'm with some shooters but I'm blowing
I can't go out sweet, my niggas need me
Call me hieroglyphics, you can't read me
If I’m just here to help you then I’m cool with that
I don’t wanna but I gotta move with that
If I got my pole then I’m using that
Long as I got my soul I can’t lose with that
[Verse 1]
I can’t tell my wrongs from my rights
Got me feeling like I been alone all my life
And I been a gangster all my life
Tryna face my fear and shedding tears on my pipe
Way before I gained fame I was living like it
Couldn’t afford a gold chain and I was looking like it
But I ain’t had no dirty sneaks I was in the trenches
Black gloves for like thirty weeks heart full of hate no debate
Let that thirty speak (Grr)
White tees turn to white sheets
Riding bulletproof New York to Philly, I feel like Meek
I got tired of the streets, I had to give it up (Up)
Then the day I lost my brother, I ain't give a fuck
On a route and if it's more of us, split it up
Rap diss and catch his tour bus, hit it up (Baow)
Witness so much death, it ain't no rules, get a ref' (Uh-huh)
Bust this wide left, they callin' 911, Wyclef (Uh)
[Chorus]
I don't know the future, I don't know where I'm going
And I'm with some shooters but I'm blowing
I can't go out sweet, my niggas need me
Call me hieroglyphics, you can't read me
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